Reflection: Back to school

I spend a week at the school, which isn’t nearly enough time, but the kids have winter break (and we can only sing Jingle Bells so many times).

Despite my systemic criticisms, I find myself quickly becoming attached to individual students, and I have no trouble transitioning back into the role of teacher.

This is a bit scary, because I think it would be much easier if I had instead come to the realization that I now hate teaching… instead, I’m left back at the same crossroads that I found myself at in the spring.

About Me

My name is Emily. In 2013 I was an overemotional American teacher. Then I quit my job, emptied my savings, and backpacked solo around the world... only to find myself back (294 days later) as an overemotional American teacher. This is my story: before, during, and after.